Hello or is it Hello Again which is it it’s so hard to say when we are sp…

i walk into the confessional like a monk seeking

there she sits as unreadable to me as ever in that shell she made a home for all i know she could be peeking between invisible fingers

time stretched spread thin numbing resolution screaming silently

one last time i knock on the door no one answers its to bad

what is it about you that captured my interest was it the art of the eye or the poetry it contained was it your twin lenses

In a smoke-filled empty room barel… Reclined and unexpectedly keen Our song saturating the senses wit… I lay here pondering the blank pag… Taut and anxious for my touch

*read top to bottom then bottom to… writers writing readers intently

True Power lies not within Knowle… but within Innocence However, in order to attain such p… one must realize Innocence does no… sigh

I Know You More than the Meaning I Know the True You I Can Feel You I Can Sense You

you always know the type of walk that will make me take notice you always know

So here we are again Just the two of us here in the dar… So many questions yet to be answer… So many dreams not yet fulfilled…

shaking more than her ass so sweet

The best things in life Cannot be bought or sold They are given freely By the one’s we love...

every book left on the shelf longs to be